Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:35:11 -0400 From: Ryan P Subject: My Brother's World - Part 2 This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is pure coincidence. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. There's unsafe sex practices here 'coz this are just words on a screen; those of us living in the real world should practice safe sex. Thanks for all the comments from Part 1. Do keep those comments coming as they keep me writing! ---- Hello, Mike here. This is part two of my story, folks. The action here is a little slow but hey I'm not editing this just to get you off. I'm telling it the way it happened. So, anyway... I told Sherry that my black-eye was born of a scuffle I had with my brother. I told her that Chris and I made up already. How we did that, well, that I didn't tell her ;> I didn't see Chris till two weeks later after our chance meeting at the cabin. Chris didn't mention anything about it and neither did I. In fact, Chris didn't behave any differently than how I had known him to behave our whole lives. Quiet, reserved, my li'l bro. What happened at the cabin was a one-time incident. That's how I've thought of it. It wasn't me, I wasn't gay It was the moment, the cabin, my frustration with Sherry, my brother and Bryan caught in the act, the tears, the upstate air. A lot of things had aligned themselves that made the weekend what it was. It couldn't be replicated. It wouldn't happen again. Besides, I didn't want it to, anyway. So, end of story right? You know it isn't ;> Though I had wished that that was the end of it, I couldn't shake off that weekend experience. Sometimes, when I would wake up in the middle night, I would think of Chris and Bryan and sure enough I'm throwing a rod. I could still clearly picture their naked bodies as they writhe around me. I could still feel their skin, warm and alive, against mine. One such night, while Sherry was sleeping, I fondled myself as I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Just like Chris, I wasn't bad looking. Nice full pecs, arms and legs other people at the gym would die for. And yes, though I had gotten somewhat softer, I still had traces of a washboard-like abs. Chris and I have the same built, except he's more shredded and bigger than I was. And he's the blond one, just like our dad. He was a total package: the face, the body, the big cock. Damn my li'l bro was hot. Before I knew it, I was furiously stroking my dick. I wished Chris was there to suck me off. But it didn't matter at that point for I started shooting my load all over the bathroom sink. I felt guilty. I didn't feel guilty about what we did in the cabin. But this time, all by myself in the middle of the night, lusting after my own kid brother, I felt complete and utter shame. ---- I met up with Jesse, my friend since high school, for our semi-regular game of squash. He's the only friend I have left who isn't married or wasn't divorced. And he looked the part too - thirty-one year old but wears clothes like he's still in high-school. A crummy red baseball cap worn backwards on his head. He's a tall guy and, I guess without the blessings of a wife who cooks, is still thin and lanky. He gave me a high five when I saw him (he's a perpetual high-fiver). In the middle of our game (we were tie at 9 all), Jesse started to talk about his newest conquest, yet another high-schooler, and how he had fucked her in her parent's bed, I figured, it would have been the perfect time to talk about my own sexual proclivities. If there was anybody I could talk about sex and shit, it would be Jesse. You know, one perv to another (LOL). "I fucked a guy." I blurted out, as I shot the ball on his side of the wall. It was an easy ball to return but Jesse let it bounce past him. "You what?" I tensed up, maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Jesse just kept looking at me, he obviously heard clearly. "You remember Bryan?" "The guy you used to work with?" I nodded. "Well, it was him. At the cabin." I proceeded to tell Jesse that me, Bryan and "his friend" went to the cabin upstate to fish but that in the middle of the night, I was awakened by the two of them going at it and when they noticed me awake had enticed me to join them. And that in the process, I fucked Bryan. "Did you like it?" "Fuck yeah. You got two mouths giving your dick special attention, not to mention there's a hungry ass waiting. Course, I enjoyed it." "Would you do it again?" "Nah." I said, "It was fun and all but I need 'em big tits to hold and nibble on." We high-fived at that. ---- It was a relief to tell someone what happened, even if I modified the story a bit... O.k. a lot. Still, it felt good. Like a heavy load was taken off my back. I could go on with my life. True, from time to time I would still wake up in the middle of the night with the same nasty thoughts. but I pushed them away now, specifically, by waking Sherry up and fucking the hell out of her. She likes it and it has made our sex life a lot more interesting. All was as it should be. That was, until Sherry threw me a surprised birthday party at home one Friday night. There were a lot of people there, friends and family. Chris and Jesse of course. Jenny, Bryan's wife was there too, but Bryan wasn't there. I wished the faggot was there. I wanted to see him keep a straight face (no pun intended!). I didn't eat much but I remember talking a lot, laughing a lot, and of course drinking a lot. I was tanked pretty early on. The party would probably have gone on till daybreak had Sherry not passed out on the sofa sometime during the night. I suppose it must have been a long day for her preparing for all this. She did know how to throw a party. Eventually, the party died down and all the guests left. Chris stayed behind. He didn't waste any time. The moment the last guest left (I had just closed the front door), Chris landed a wet one square on my lips. Meanwhile, Sherry was sleeping just a couple of feet away from us. It took me a while to react and when I did, I pushed him back. But I don't know whether because I was drunk or because I wasn't intent on it, but my push was rather pathetic. Chris smiled at my lousy attempt on assertiveness. He stepped back closer and kissed me again. I didn't stop him this time and so we kissed. Our breaths smelled of liquor: mine of gin, his of beer. We held on to each other for a long time - it was only when we heard a grunt-like snore from Sherry did we let go. We both snickered at the jarring sound. Chris took my hand and led me to Sherry and my bedroom. He closed the door behind us. With neither of us saying a word, we took our shirts off then proceeded to kiss again. There I was feeling up the body that I was boning after for so many nights. He was smooth and hairless save for a light-colored love trail running down his concave abs. He had that V-shape body gym rats would die for. He felt me up through my suit pants. He could easily wrap his fingers around my shaft 'coz I was already hard. I tried returning the favor. He was hard too but the thick material of his jeans did not allow me to feel him thoroughly. I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. His white brief was tented with precum staining the tip. I pushed his brief down too. He stepped out of them. I'm sure the reason the universe gave him such a well-developed body was to highlight his greatest asset, his cock. You didn't need to be gay to know it was one sweet mother-fucker. The kinda cock that guys wanna have, big but not unwieldy. And thick! Which guys unanimously agree is what women want. The head of Chris' cock was twisted a bit to the left but the pole itself was pretty straight, not curved sideways, not arching up or down. I was mesmerized by it. "You want this don't you," Chris said as he placed the bridge of his thumb and index finger at the base of his cock to give it a shake. A thread of precum fell to the floor. "No," I said. The in-your-face display was suddenly too much for me. I looked away, sat myself at the edge of the bed and wrapped my head with my hands. What the hell am I doing? I had said that what happened in the cabin was a fluke and that I wasn't gonna let it happen again. Yet here I was kissing my naked kid brother and oogling his stiff and drippy schlong. I hated that I wasn't drunk enough not to care. Chris walked around behind me to the other side of the bed. I felt the bed creek under his weight then felt his hands massage my shoulders. "Relax." he said. Chris went on to massage my back as well. It felt good and not even in a sensual way; I guess my muscles were all tense and tight. Pretty quickly I did relax and Chris must have sensed this for he had me lie down on my back. He massaged my chest and arms. He didn't rush it. He took his time. I closed my eyes and kept my body limp. I was just enjoying a massage, that's all. Nothing wrong with that. I held on to the few remnants of my denial. Chris then unbuttoned my slacks and pulled out my dick from my boxers. Before I could protest, he had his mouth wrapped around my undecided cock. Man, that feels good and my cock grew back to its full extension. I couldn't stifle a moan. He was sucking me like a pro. How many times has he done this before? How many men had he been with? Chris was so good, he knew when to stop - just before I went over the brink. Then he would back away, lick my balls instead only to later restart the delicious stimulation all over again. It was driving me mad, I wanted to cum so badly but he wouldn't take me there. I held his head down on my cock but he bared his teeth, I instinctively let go of his head. "Finish me up, bro" I pleaded. He didn't say anything. Instead, he repositioned himself over me, his dick hanging just inches above my face. I understood. Hell, why not, I'll do for him what he'll do for me. It's just brotherly love, right? I lifted my head a bit to lick the bulbous head. One lick and I got my first taste of precum. I haven't even tasted my own and already I've tasted somebody else's. It was salty but not at all unpleasant. I placed my head back down and the cock followed me. It wants more. I grabbed hold of its shaft to steady it. It felt thick within my grasp. I sucked it. More precum. It was good. I sucked some more and more. Pretty soon I was working it with wild abandon. "Watch the teeth" Chris said. "Sorry" I said then continued ravaging his cock. This sucking thing was all new to me and I was completely digging it. Chris had stopped working my pole but I didn't mind it in the least. I would run my thumb on the underside of the shaft to squeeze more precum out, which I would hungrily lap up. Chris rolled over to his back giving me better access to his big fat fuck stick. My mouth was all stretched out but even then I could only get half the length in. Chris would push his groin up to me but I couldn't fit any more of him even as I wanted to. I contented myself to licking and sucking what I can from it. That wasn't enough for Chris. He pushed my head down into him. I fought back and bared my teeth, just like he did to me earlier but instead of letting go, he pushed my head even further down till his cock was all the way down my throat and my lips was up to his bush and balls. I was gagging. He would let me up only enough for me to breathe and then he would force my head back down into his massive meat. I tried to pull free but I couldn't. His grip on me was tight. I looked straight into his eyes, at first angry but then begging to let me go. He just looked at me and continued to hump my face. Faster and faster he went. His teeth clenched shut and his chicks twitching as he hammered me. I thought I was gonna die of asphyxiation. I was panicking. I tried pulling away but his grip on me was solid. I couldn't budge him. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he took longer slower strokes which gave me enough time to breathe. I felt this slimy thing on my tongue and I knew then that Chris had cum. I felt his grip loosen so I quickly detached myself and plopped myself next to him, trying to catch my breath, his cum still in my mouth. It was thicker and saltier than his precum. Chris stood up and grabbed his jeans from the floor to put them on. Something shiny fell from the front pocket but he didn't notice it. "Hey, bro what about me?" I said to him, though in reality my own cock had gone soft fearing suffocation earlier. Chris left the room without saying a word. I heard him leave through the back door. I stood up then, suddenly feeling sober than I had the entire evening. I picked up the shiny object he had dropped. It was an empty aluminum packet. "Rohypnol" was printed on it. It was an open packet for a sleeping pill.